Across the page of spotless white— J. S. Ogilvie
Friends trail the pen, and in our sight
Grow precious all the lines they write.
As for some white-sailed ship at sea,
So, little book, my watch for thee;
Return with freight of love to me.
Write your name by kindness, love, and mercy upon the hearts of those you come in contact with, and you will never be forgotten.— J. S. Ogilvie
The tissues of the Life to be—— J. S. Ogilvie
We weave with colors all our own,
And in the field of Destiny,
We reap as we have sown.
When the name that I write here is dim on the page,— J. S. Ogilvie
And the leaves of your album are yellow with age,
Still think of me kindly, and do not forget
That, wherever I am, I remember you yet.
Many, many welcomes,— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ever as of old time,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
From a small seed, a mighty trunk may grow.— Aeschylus
Learning makes a person a fit companion for themself.— Proverb